Psalms 88
1 A song. A psalm of the descendants of Korah. For the music director. To the tune “Mahalath Leannoth.” A maskil by Heman the Ezrahite Lord, God of my salvation, I cry out to you day and night.
Abụ, bụ Abụ Ọma ụmụ Kora, nke dịrị onyeisi Abụ. Nʼusoro olu abụ Mahalat leannot. Abụ Maskil nke Heman onye Ezra. O Onyenwe anyị, Chineke onye na-azọpụta m, nʼehihie na abalị ka m na-eti mkpu akwa nʼihu gị.
2 Please listen to my prayer; hear my words as I plead with you.
Ka ekpere m bịa nʼihu gị. Chee ntị gị nụrụ akwa m.
Nʼihi na ọtụtụ nsogbu ejupụtala mkpụrụobi m, anọ m nso nʼọnụ ụzọ ọnwụ. (Sheol h7585)
4 I'm counted among the dying; a man with no strength.
Agụnyela m nʼetiti ndị na-arịda nʼolulu. Adị m dịka onye na-enweghị ike.
5 I am abandoned among the dead, lying like a corpse in the grave, forgotten and beyond your care.
A họpụtara mụ na ndị nwụrụ anwụ iche, dịka ndị e gburu egbu na-edina nʼili, ndị ị nakwaghị echeta ọzọ, ndị e kewapụrụ site na nlekọta gị.
6 You have placed me in a deep pit, in the depths of darkness.
Ị tụbanyela m nʼime olulu dịkarịrị omimi, olulu nke ọchịchịrị jupụtara nʼime ya.
7 Your hostility crushes me; you are drowning me under your crashing waves. (Selah)
Oke iwe gị na-anyịgide m nke ukwuu; i jirila ebili mmiri gị niile kpuchigide m. (Sela)
8 You have made my friends avoid me by making me look repulsive to them. I'm trapped, I can't go out.
Ị napụla m ndị enyi m, ndị m hụrụ nʼanya, mee ka m bụrụ ihe a na-asọ oyi nʼebe ha nọ. Abụ m onye emechibidoro ụzọ; nke nʼenweghị ike ịpụ ezi;
9 I've cried my eyes out begging you every day for your help, Lord, holding out my hands to you.
anya m adịghị ahụkwa ụzọ nʼihi iru ụjụ. O Onyenwe anyị, ụbọchị niile ka m na-akpọku gị; ana m agbasa aka m abụọ nʼihu gị,
10 Do you do miracles among the dead? Do the dead stand up to praise you? (Selah)
ọ bụ ndị nwụrụ anwụ ka ị na-egosi ọrụ ebube gị? Ndị nwụrụ anwụ, ha na-ebili too gị? (Sela)
11 Your faithful love—is it mentioned in the grave? Your trustworthiness—is it discussed in the place of destruction?
Ọ bụ nʼime ili ka a na-ekwupụta ịhụnanya gị? A na-ekwupụta ikwesi ntụkwasị obi gị nʼebe ịla nʼiyi?
12 Are the wonderful things you do known in the darkness? Is your goodness known in the land of forgetfulness?
A na-amata banyere ọrụ ebube gị nʼebe ọchịchịrị dị? Ma ọ bụ ọrụ ezi omume gị, na ịdị mma gị niile nʼala ndị e chezọrọ echezọ?
13 But I cry out to you for help; every morning I pray to you.
Ma Onyenwe anyị m, ọ bụ gị ka m na-akpọku. Ụtụtụ niile ka ekpere m ga na-abịa nʼebe ị nọ.
14 Lord, why do you reject me? Why do you turn away from me?
O Onyenwe anyị, gịnị mere i jiri jụ m? Gịnị mekwara i jiri zonarị m ihu gị?
15 I have been sick since I was young, often at death's door. I have had to bear the terrible things you've done to me. I'm in despair!
Site na mgbe okorobịa m, abụ m onye a na-esogbu, onye nọkwa ọnwụ nso; ataala m ahụhụ oke ụjọ gị, anọ m nʼọnọdụ ịda mba.
16 Your anger has overcome me; the terrible things you do have destroyed me.
Oke iwe gị agabigala nʼahụ m; ihe egwu gị alaala m nʼiyi.
17 They surround me all the time like floodwaters, swallowing me up.
Ha na-agba m gburugburu ụbọchị niile dịka idee mmiri; ha gbara m gburugburu nʼakụkụ niile.
18 You have made my family and friends avoid me. Darkness is my only friend.
Ị napụla m ndị enyi m na ndị m hụrụ nʼanya; ọchịchịrị bụ enyi m nọkarịsịrị m nso.
